Xia Junji 

Zhou Dao transmigrated to a world where demons rampaged and Daoist laws ruled.
His sect was in straitened circumstances, and their property was on the brink of being demolished. Desperate, Zhou Dao had his eyes fixed on the coffin of the sect’s Grandmaster and decided to do something with it.
A voice rang, “D*mn! You are actually plotting to steal my skull. With your attitude, Sunset Mountain has a chance of reaching its heyday again!”
On that very night, the corpse of the Grandmaster moved! Moving forward, Zhou Dao would receive rewards whenever he offered up demonic beasts as sacrifices to the Grandmaster.
He offered up a 1000-year zombie as a sacrifice and received the Indestructible Body of Demon Refining.
He offered up a nine-tailed demon fox as a sacrifice and received a Fox Girl Puppet.
He offered up a demon turtle from the Eastern Sea as a sacrifice and received a high-power muscle massage gun.
…
For eons, countless Daoist members meditated on The Yellow Court Classic. For years to come, Zhou Dao harvested countless demonic beasts with no intention of burying them.
Many years later, in the same Daoist temple, Zhou Dao sat at the front door as he bore witness to the joy and the sorrow of all creations. He had seen birth, illness, death, and all sorts of bizarre phenomena. He put on a crooked grin as he said, “I offer up the heavens and the earth as a sacrifice.” 

I Became Invincible By Offering Up Sacrifices To My Sect's Grandmaster

Amidst the eerie and low chant, the figure in the red robe, holding an oil-paper umbrella, stepped into the moonlight, taking the stage with graceful steps, passing by like a ghostly shadow, and entered the courtyard.


Jiang Yuan's soul shook violently, revealing an expression of extreme horror.


At this moment, many thoughts crossed his mind.


When he was a child, the elderly often told him that some people's souls were too weak, and when their souls left their body, they would encounter wandering souls and wild ghosts looking for substitutes. If they were caught by these ghosts, it would mean the end of their lives.


What's worse, they would encounter wandering ghosts and netherworld envoys at night, with their red umbrellas and soul-hooking chains. Even cultivators would have a hard time escaping; their souls would be caught and dragged into the ghost cities of the underworld.


Jiang Yuan's soul trembled, staring intently at the figure in the red robe.


Chapter 205: A Hundred Ghosts Crying Under the Red Umbrella (Second Update)